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Krisk, it's beginning to sound like a motor home might be the answer for you. That way if you get tired of the scenery (or the land/lot lord) you can just drive your house to a better camp site/trailer park/parking lot/rest stop, and don't even have to pack up, just batten down the hatches.
Or . . . maybe not.
As far as the frick (or was it frack) outburst . . . maybe tell your supervisor that you certainly don't wish to cause her any problems (blah, blah, blah), but this sort of incident is totally uncalled for and unacceptable, and you should not have to tolerate being treated in such a manner by a coworker; that he's creating a hostile work environment; that he should be reprimanded at the very least, and kept on a short leash with a choker collar, and if he approaches you a second time in that manner, you'll squash him like a bug and she can clean up the mess.
Or . . . maybe not.
It's so hard for anyone to really give pertinent advice on such matters when we're all sitting outside of the situation. We can all be Monday morning quarterbacks saying what you coulda, woulda, shoulda done, what you could or should do now, but in truth we'd have to be in your shoes or be a fly on the wall to make any valid judgements that would be of any real value to you.
The only advice that's always solid and all-purpose, although one of the toughest to follow in the heat of the moment, is to keep a cool head, take a deep breath and calmly walk away. Later, when you've got a clear head, you can weigh your options and decide what plan of action to take, and then
. . . squash him like a bug. (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
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